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I dunno if it was my
worst date, but things sure could have gone better that new years eve with my gf ...
First, there'd been hassles with the day before new years eve, or perhaps it was the afternoon itself - some big fight. Come evening time things were fine again though, and we did have a pleasant, charming evening I believe, with some fine food and a cosy mood. Then we went up to the towerblock I used to live in to look at the fireworks from up there, and that was cool too. But after that we were gonna go clubbing - there'd been a lot of ado about getting tickets for which party, I'd gotten some for a deep house thing in Amsterdam but in the end we freaked out about not being able to go back home before morning in case things didnt work out - enough things had not been working out recently, after all. So instead I'd gotten tickets for a do here in Utrecht, in the Winkel.
So there we get, all dressed up, my hair dyed bright blue, and we're ready to dance ... and there's this mass of people, happy people partying - and the place always does
look great, at least (even if its got a wrong attitude at times). So though we were still a little uneasy with each other we were nevertheless roaring to go. For about all of fifteen minutes. After that, my girl started having some serious troubles with the E - not that it was bad stuff, just that the effect was just totally wrong. She became super anxious, kindof claustrophobic, with all this sound and all those people around, and no place to hide - so she started getting this panic attack. So out we go again, past the long line of people waiting to get in, calling out "hey, why you leaving, is it not a good party, should we go elsewhere?" No, no, great party, we just had to leave, no problem have fun ...
Oh man and you know thats more or less exactly when the E started dropping and you have this dizzying elation bursting into your head, cant see straight, and all you want to do is dance ... but my girl, poor kid, she was freaked out and needed to be outside - so, after we'd first gone home, sitting on the couch, she leaning against me, me stroking her hair and telling her everything was allright (and meanwhile munching my jaws and blinking my eyes and trying to stop the uncontrollable urge to
move), we went out, just walking in the cold night all around the neighbourhood ... sure was cold that night ... We must have walked for an hour, two hours, in silence or talking, talking about things always did her much good, so I asked and listened and slowly she got to unwind, as we started heading back toward home (and the path home from the park suddenly seemed a
lot longer than it normally is, like walking over glue). But it was a long night I can tell you ... and back home, of course (should we go back to the party? no, better not), I am wide awake lying in my bed while she is finally at ease, slowly falling asleep, me still bouncing ... oh man.
Damn, folks - the trouble we get in!
